Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... random quality of the strokes kept Claire from being able to anticipate anything but the timing, which was constant and fast. And the whistling: the particularly hard strokes were preceded by a change in pitch as the thin rod sizzled through the air.

At first the pain was incendiary, harsh and biting. Claire squirmed on the bench, feeling the heavy chain dangling from her nipples sway as she wiggled her bottom, trying uselessly to minimize the burning of the strokes. Before long, her whole backside was blazing, overwhelming her circuits. She was unable to distinguish one lash from the next and the pain was replaced by the floaty sensation of endorphins numbing the site and detaching her brain from her body. Claire ceased squirming and felt herself melt into the padding of the bench. Her hips and thighs loosened and relaxed and she entered the zone where her flesh became wholly receptive to the punishment being delivered. Before she realized she'd gone floating, the flat slapping sound of the rod cleaving her skin ceased. With a bewildered grunt, she realized the caning was over.

Jenny's face swam into focus beside Claire's head. Claire turned her head slightly, drool running down the side of her chin. She struggled to form words.

"What's wrong Mistress? Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?"

"No Claire, you did wonderfully. Our time is up for now. Jim is waiting for his turn though, and we need to keep moving so you can get back to cumming some more. So, ...

... chop, chop!" Jenny reached down and pulled hard on the nipple clamp. Claire's eyes flew open wide and she gurgled out a scream choked off from inhaling the spittle collected in her mouth.

"Aagghh!" Claire's hands slapped the sides of the bench as fire burned at her nipple, first from being twisted and pulled and then from the clamp being released. "Sssssh" she hissed as the nipple screamed at being freed. And then the whole agony was repeated as Jenny savagely twisted and released the other tender bud. Suddenly Claire was yanked bodily up off the bench by someone pulling hard on her hair. Bewildered, Claire let herself being pulled upright, struggling only to keep balanced as the hand gripping her tresses pulled back and then steadied her swaying.

"Whap! Whap!" A broad wooden paddle slapped across her tits, smacking her rigid nipples flat. "Whap! Whap!" As much from surprise as pain, Claire let out a ful-throated scream. Almost she let her hands fly to protect her vulnerable tits but she caught herself, let her arms fall to her sides as the paddle continued raining agony across first one and then the other tit, again and again.

"That's a good girl Claire." Whap! Whap! "Just keep those hands down a little longer girl. I just want to get a little color on 'em before we switch it up a little." The tension at her scalp remained constant, kept her upright and ensured her chest stayed proud, presenting her young creamy breasts for maximum contact and compression with the ...